The Strawman said:thanks, mabar, I loved reading that. Some cats love to torment certain people - usually people they know don't understand them so are at a disadvantage.
Was it Ghandi who said you can know a nation by the way it treats its animals? I think that works in some way for individuals - cats and dogs act as mirrors. What we like and don't like about them reveals parts of us to ourselves. Another mind-shattering revelation from yours truly. I'm obviously flowing tonight
It was thinking, about that short interaction I had with that cat in relationship of what you wrote above, cats/dogs acting as a mirror, revealing part of ourselves. And from Buddy's story, by the way thanks for sharing your story Buddy.
That particular cat, was named similar to my name, my cousins/aunt, choose that name because they thought it was as strange as me, so they said (it was their first time they have a cat, used to have dogs before ---in that part of the family, I am weird--- ) I supposed that it might had happened that –being from similar poles, it(the cat) might had been curious of my being. And I act/behaved as usually I do, when someone wants to approach myself being cat or person, I see them with suspicion, mistrust … now that I think of it, another issue I need to work with, I get too aware when someone wants to be near me, what would be their interest? … yes, another residuary from my lack of self steem.
Dogs do that too!! … of course, that time, it was not a mouse, it was a little kitten. A gift that I did not appreciated that much. But it was still her effort. Luna, my sister's dalmatian dog –that already passed away- was around 9 months old, she was still too young and was afraid of the “wild cat queen of the cat gang of the neighborhood”, that cat made her visiting to our garden continuously, and Luna was overpowered by her wild attitude? … so then, one night, I was at my parent's studio that leads to the garden, I was reading and Luna was with me, in a moment she went out (we used to have German shepherd dog before, that were fed with meat and bones, the bones ended in the garden, buried by Drago (was his name) and Luna, every once and then, liked to removed it and chew them again. Another thing to mention is, that the wild cat queen was keeping her little kittens in one place of our garden –we did not know where until that night, though-.Buddy said:until …one morning I walked out the back door and found a dead mouse right in my path. It was a gift from the cat, believe it or not, because they will do that sometimes.
I thought Luna was gnawing an old bone at the garden but I started listening kitten like noises from the same place, and I was curious and went to investigate. For the love of the preeep!!! Luna was gnawing a little kitten that happened to fall from a ceramic decorative flagon that was on a second floor frieze at the exterior of the house (unreachable without a ladder).
And since I could not make Luna let go of the little kitten and I went to bring her owner, my sister, in order to stop this massacre. But no!, my sister encourage Luna to keep going, in my sister's view, she found good to Luna overcome her fears with the little kitten, that way she (Luna) would overcome her greatest fear: the wild cat queen mother. I did not want to stay there, I went upstairs to the dinning room of the kitchen, that leads also to the garden from another floor.
Like a nightmare, I kept hearing pitiful noises of the little kitten and hearing them coming every time nearer. My surprise!! Luna brought me the ---I really hoped--- death kitten, as a gift –I supposed. Luna, being Dalmatian … having hunter instincts.
And yes, she learned!! The wild cat queen was not around anymore, she was quite useful with rodents, and quite a nightmare to birds and chickens though.
voyageur, with that video you posted, I wanted to have a pet!! too bad I can't. Cats/dogs are marvelous companions. Thanks for posting it.